After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 16

On the other side, Qing Ao’s face had already changed, and he was even beginning to feel groggy.

It was clear he had been drugged.

Looking at the male lead on the other side, it was the same situation. Old Mrs. Zhu asked, “Mr. Lin, are you feeling unwell?”

Shangguan Hong’s eyes shifted. “So that’s how it is.”

The moment he realized there was something wrong with the wine on the tray, his first instinct was to send people to assassinate Yan Shiqi. He knew that the two people by Yan Shiqi’s side were likely drugged as well.

He shot a glance at another subordinate, who immediately made a call: “Plan change. Move the operation up.”

Now was the perfect time for an ambush.

The Yan family convoy had just exited the garage gates when they were intercepted by a black SUV.

The security lead’s voice came over the walkie-talkie: “Retreat to the garage! Go out through the other exit!”

“Tell them to ram right through!” Yan Shiqi said to Yi Wuyi.

Yi Wuyi relayed Yan Shiqi’s command: “Ram them! We can’t go to the garage!”

The lead guard there broke into a cold sweat. He realized that Yan Shiqi was right—there was likely another ambush waiting inside the garage. If they really went back, they were finished.

Boom! The first security car acted as the vanguard, slamming the SUV several meters away and clearing a gap.

Just as they swerved to the gate, the first car’s tire suddenly blew out. The vehicle spun out of control and slammed into a pillar.

“Number 7, go check the situation. Everyone else, stay in the cars,” the lead said.

“Copy that.”

The bodyguard called Number 7 got out to check, but before he’d gone a few steps, he was hit by something and collapsed beside the car.

Xie Yunshen, in the back seat, couldn’t help but lean forward. “What the hell? Do they have guns?”

They were still in the city; were they really being this blatant?

Yi Wuyi frowned. “No, it looks like ‘Ziwu Nails’ or something similar. There are hidden weapon masters on the top fighters list who use those…”

Xie Yunshen was stunned. In his original world, people used firearms; these long-lost specialized hidden weapons were something you only encountered in novels.

“Hey, your face…” Yi Wuyi turned and was startled by Xie’s appearance.

Xie Yunshen’s face was flushed crimson, and his eyes were shining with an unnatural, watery luster. As a man, Yi Wuyi knew exactly what was going on.

“I’ve been hit.” Xie Yunshen felt his mind becoming sluggish and his vision blurring.

Yi Wuyi’s brow tightened. “Stay in the car and protect Mr. Yan.”

At that moment, a man in a black hoodie stepped down from the SUV.

He held a tactical baton in his hand.

Xie Yunshen recognized him—it was the master from the tunnel.

He balled his fists, but he had no strength. How could he be a liability in a situation like this?

Yi Wuyi ripped off his tie and told the driver, “Just focus on driving out. Don’t worry about anything else. Leave the rest to me.”

He opened the door, and some of the security firm guards followed him out.

Xie Yunshen sat back in his seat.

As the sound of Yi Wuyi closing the door faded, the driver slammed on the gas, and the car roared forward like a soaring dragon.

Xie Yunshen’s head was spinning.

The walkie-talkie buzzed by his ear: “Dammit! All other vehicles head to Exit 03! Protect Mr. Yan’s car while it escapes!”

“Lead, headquarters has confirmed aerial support is on the way.”

Then, another thud!

Someone’s car slammed into another.

It was a night in A-City, the most bustling district. People were driving slowly through the streets, listening to music. Suddenly, a sedan leaped past their windows. It was moving so fast it didn’t even make the expected roar; by the time people reacted, only an elegant blur remained on their retinas.

It was like a sleek black panther sprinting through a forest of steel.

The drug was getting stronger. Xie Yunshen felt the blood rushing to the top of his head; a faint ringing started in his ears, and his blood vessels felt like they were about to burst.

A motorcycle accelerated alongside them. A man used a metal rod to smash at the driver’s window.

They were trying to take out the driver to force a stop.

The rod was equipped with a hook, and cracks soon spider-webbed across the glass.

Two security cars surged forward, flanking the Lincoln and ramming the motorcycle off the road.

“Head for the overpass!” the lead’s voice shouted.

The driver steered onto the overpass, but more and more bikes appeared like vipers, clinging to them relentlessly. Even the two security cars were pinned down.

Crash! The window next to the driver shattered, and the night wind howled into the car.

A hooked iron rod lunged toward the driver’s head. Xie Yunshen acted with lightning speed, wrapping his suit jacket around the rod and twisting it with both hands.

The rider lost his balance and wiped out, his body silently crushed by the cars behind.

By now, most of the security vehicles had been held back and couldn’t keep up.

Once a gap opened, the Top Star Sect’s “pawn soldiers” swarmed in.

Someone leaped from a motorcycle onto the side of the car, trying to grab the steering wheel.

Xie Yunshen sent him flying with an elbow strike.

These few movements made the drug surge even more violently in his mind.

His eyes burned a fiery red, his ears felt like they were filled with water, and his vision grew dimmer.

He shook himself—he couldn’t pass out! Mr. Yan! He had to protect Mr. Yan!

However, adrenaline was losing the battle against the powerful drug.

Xie Yunshen’s chest heaved as he slumped into the seat.

A hand touched his forehead. He opened his eyes to see a pair of heroic, lethal eyes.

Yan Shiqi’s voice was as steady and deep as river stones: “If you feel like you’re dying, don’t force it.”

Xie Yunshen’s eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Yan Shiqi, then suddenly lunged forward, his hands fumbling across the man’s chest.

Yan Shiqi frowned and tilted his head back; Xie’s hair tickled his chin.

He could feel Xie’s skin burning; even his breath was as hot as steam.

Xie Yunshen’s trembling hands moved over Yan Shiqi’s suit jacket, then reached for his tie.

“Quick! Give me…” Xie Yunshen’s voice was raspy.

For the first time in over thirty years, Yan Shiqi’s mind went blank.

Xie Yunshen didn’t wait; he reached out and tore off the tie clip himself.

Breathing heavily, he forced open the sharp metal clip and slashed it across his palm twice.

Hot blood immediately began to drip onto the handmade floor mats.

With the bloodletting, the fog in his mind cleared. His vision sharpened, the ringing in his ears stopped, and his body regained some of its responsiveness.

He rolled down the window, used his suit jacket to snare a biker’s neck, and flung him onto the road.

Another man from a bike’s passenger seat tried to grab the roof and kick his way into the car, aiming for Xie’s face.

Within a single exchange, Xie Yunshen had smashed his knee and struck his throat, sending him tumbling out the window.

Even with the driver hitting 180 km/h, they couldn’t shake the crazed assassins.

Xie Yunshen cursed in his head as he fought—where did the Top Star Sect find these suicide squads? They fought like they didn’t care about living.

Finally, the security reinforcements arrived. Over a dozen cars roared onto the overpass. Seeing they had lost the advantage, the bikers diverted into various side streets and vanished into the night.

The bloodbath finally ceased.

Looking down from the helicopters, the overpass was littered with the bodies of the bikers.

However, they were soon cleared away by the Top Star Sect’s “cleanup crews.”

The security firm’s casualties were light.

“Mr. Yan, are you alright?” The lead guard caught up.

As the tension snapped, Xie Yunshen immediately felt the fire return to his chest. He felt like a mummy that had been deprived of water for centuries; every cell felt like it was evaporating, and his lips were numb and hard from dehydration.

He slumped onto the seat, gasping for air, looking like he was about to meet his ancestors.

Yan Shiqi unscrewed a bottle of water and held it to his lips. Xie Yunshen drank while lying down, the water vanishing into him like rain into a desert, but it offered no relief.

Yan Shiqi poured three bottles into his mouth in a row, like watering a dying goldfish.

Only then did Xie Yunshen feel the fire in his chest die down slightly.

Through his burning vision, he saw the tension on the Bigshot’s face soften, his gaze turning calm.

“Hold on. We’ll be at the hospital soon.”

Xie Yunshen shifted on the seat and wrapped his arms around the man’s waist.

The Bigshot gives such a sense of security.

He felt a warm, heavy hand rest on his head.

Xie Yunshen closed his eyes.

In his dream, Xie Yunshen was fighting a master. Suddenly, the opponent used a dirty move to kick his crotch. Xie Yunshen cursed and launched a flying kick…

Thud!

The opponent’s body felt like stone. Xie Yunshen clutched his foot in pain.

He opened his eyes to see a clean white tile wall reflecting his bewildered face.

He wasn’t in a hospital; he was at the Yan manor.

“You brat, you finally decided to wake up!” Old Man Xie’s voice boomed like thunder.

Xie Yunshen propped himself up and looked at the needle mark from the IV on his hand.

“Have I been out for long?”

“You’ve been unconscious for two days!”

Xie Yunshen scrambled out of bed. “Is Mr. Yan okay?”

The old man paused. “He’s fine. He was just here to see you.”

“Ah? Where is he now?” Xie Yunshen was anxious; what if they met Top Star Sect assassins again?

“Don’t worry, Mr. Yan is in the study.”

Xie Yunshen calmed down.

“What about Yi Wuyi? Is Old Five okay?”

“I’m fine,” Yi Wuyi said, walking in from the outer room.

“You’re uninjured?” Xie Yunshen looked him up and down skeptically.

The opponent was a top-tier master, not on the same level as someone like Qing Ao, and he had been armed with a trench knife.

Yi Wuyi lifted his shirt, revealing a gruesome 15-centimeter scar over his heart. It had just been stitched, and the wound looked fresh.

It was clearly a narrow escape; the blade had grazed the bone. If it had been any deeper, it would have hit his heart, and Yi Wuyi wouldn’t be standing here today.

Xie Yunshen asked, “How many rounds?”

“Seven minutes.”

“Is he dead?”

“No. Left shoulder fracture and internal injuries.”

So, it was a draw.

Xie Yunshen tsk-ed. “As expected of Old Five.”

Yi Wuyi shook his head. “It was clear he just wanted to catch up to you. He had no intention of killing me. If he had truly wanted to, I would probably be dead.”

Old Man Xie said gravely, “The Top Star Sect is not to be trifled with. You must be careful.”

Back then, Xie Yunshen’s father had died at the hands of Top Star Sect assassins while saving the old Master Yan.

A knock came from the door. “Little Xie, are you awake?”

The butler, Uncle Zhao, stood at the door. “Ah, you’re awake. Old Five is here too.”

He looked at Xie Yunshen. “Mr. Yan said for you to come over as soon as you woke up.”

“Is he going to give me a bonus?”

“Don’t ask me that.”

Xie Yunshen changed into a set of teal loungewear and headed to the study.

He paused suddenly. “Old Five, I didn’t do anything… out of line the other day, did I?”

He had been heavily drugged, after all. Who knew if he’d turned into a beast?

“Sorry, I had just come out of the ER myself,” Yi Wuyi said with brutal honesty. “But the security lead said… well, I heard…”

Xie Yunshen went on high alert. “Heard what?”

“Heard that when you arrived at the hospital, even though you were unconscious, you were still clutching Mr. Yan in the car.”

“…” Xie Yunshen gave a dismissive grunt.

Yi Wuyi patted his shoulder. “Little Xie, you really care about Mr. Yan’s safety. Even while unconscious, you wouldn’t let him go.”

Xie Yunshen: “…”

He remembered everything.

On the day he fainted, his head had been rubbing vigorously against Mr. Yan’s waist.

A wave of suffocation washed over him.

As the two reached the study, Yan Shizhou happened to be coming out.

Yan Shizhou’s gaze shifted obscurely over Yi Wuyi. He reached out slightly, his lips looking like they wanted to move.

“Third Young Master,” Yi Wuyi spoke first.

Yan Shizhou’s brow tightened. He seemed to want to see through Yi Wuyi’s clothes to the wound on his chest, but it was covered. He could only turn his face and walk away.

Yi Wuyi’s gaze dimmed.

Yan Shizhou was gone.

Xie Yunshen snorted. “Dead gay guy, don’t mind him.”